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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Monday, March 30, 2015

After the Breaking

When the light broke,
When it shattered into its
infinite pieces
that drifted
in leisurely Spirals
that caught the odd
updraft,
so that,
just when you thought 
you had hold of one,
it slipped -
a half-skip -
in that syncopated
downbeat to
back up
again.

When the light broke 
in that glorious, 
inhaled
breath
that was -
is - 
will be -
Creation,
there was darkness;
there was light,
There was evening
and morning.
There was day to follow 
night.
It was all there,
in the breath taking
breaking of that glorious
first Light.

When the light broke,
When there was Now
and Yet to be,
each piece,
each jagged, holy piece
that drifted and
caught hold
and held
and drew near
and was neither
here
nor There
Was
(will Be)

an echo
of Worlds
and time,
Waiting, shivering
in eager anticipation,
to be Found
and returned;
to be tethered,
piece by piece
by jagged,
holy
piece,
to the beginning,
to the end,
and the yet to Be;

To become,
Again:
completed
and completely whole,
a single, sacred
Light,
to illuminate
a kaleidoscope
of Then and
Was
and endless
Now,
what has always
been:
olam haba.